“Take the kiddo for a walk?” I scowled at Fisher. “You make me sound like a five-year-old … or a dog.” “If the leash fits.” He grabbed a bottle of orange juice out of the cooler. I nudged the back of his knee, making his leg bend unexpectedly, throwing him a little off balance as he shut the cooler. “Watch it.” He gave me a narrowed-eyed expression. “Watch what, old man?”
